Under the Overpass

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Should I be blessed
And wish to bless others,
I would go to E. Lancaster
Under the 35W overpass, and, with
A ripped up bag full of blessing,
Drop it off to the side of the
Street, and walk away, not
Looking back. Those who
Have seen the sunken
Faces and paper-thin
Bodies and tattered
Clothing understand.

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